Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-01-22

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IIs;wsIks,and the gas lamps shone
Through the mist.
Pems the other side of the street
"a SHADOW like figure approached,
II:tfIissadins of an umbrella extended
4 Ifsover her head and her arm
|s wa Is ainly pulled under that of q
tai Iyonn imam i'll a water proof
Paul, is It you'" said Miss
sYes, itis;n assured a firm, cheer
faIsHilooiee. s:Iknew yon would for.
o1T umbrella"
esferday's wind turned Eit-m
sitsesoutsand split the gingham into
rifbons, said Miss Verona, laugh
Iinsa ssshe hurried along BY the
sidiso her cousin, Paul 9Rothermel.
Hvge st alleyents, it7was thought.
fulssDsiffYou to- come for me, Paul
BliEs alway bought 20. 81
IYyal d;1o fans e was; his
fos ISL entyand abstracted.S
sSsYell, whattluck -haye you hadat
4 thSSprinting house to day. asked
Miss Vernon.
sThe best Of luck" he answer
SIhey have decided to accept my
lnyention, and put it into immedl :
ateuse on every press in the place.
|. asnsto have five thousand dollars
dostn, and three thousand dollars
a gear royalty OH my patent as
long as they use (which, If it
don,t turn out q poorer thing titan
ISaselieve, will be forever and ev-
.e al':ss:
Oh, PAUL" .ried Verona, breath.
Iessly.
sssI am very glad of this, Mary"
|she said. lido you know why!'
can guess !"
sNo, I don't believe youcan quite
.Eg1ess,n he said gently. at is be
.|lcaNse this has prompted me to
.I|:sfseak out what has long been on
33E|snfyImind-to ask you, Mary, to be
l..ilisfe,ISwife. You are one Of the wo
linen, dear, who should be a born
sslGfIIrlncess, instead Of a cashier,
:H|dfudging all day .ong behind a
stE;desk. j want to put you on your
ss|(,,tthrone agaiu.
4 ear PAUL" she whispered soft
ss|EsllS,sand Just for the fraction Of q mo-
little black straw bonnet
SEcrusGed It's cluster of scarlet pop
5s' ii,esssssagainst his water proof shoul-
aonly put me on the throne OF
sFsyoar heart. and keep me there, and
:1fSIllatsis ALL want. AS for my king
sEtofn, Why, Hornblower Hallann-
d SyaWhat about Hornblower Hall?"
Perhaps one day we may be
SErish enough to buy it back. Not
,sa lsi vet, Paul; We are only begin
,sf fii the world as yet; but some
;.Esss;
's| orb lower Hall thensbe it,
4|!I aal .inshiis dreamy far off way
81: :fi,s mo Il sfsEI hol lidayof to-
1nogroNW "; III d1 s. 81 and see what
this ilHagiIaTy place like"
stBut it isn't imaginary, and |
wouldn't for the world have the
heir suppose that we are prying
r..I
about the premises that are lawful
ly his"
Ooh, hang the fellowp said Paul.
II suppose he can't forbid us the
privilege Of looking at Hornblower
Hall, can Ae7"
Paul Rothermel had his way
He always did have his way, in a
soft, imperturbable fashion, winch
you never fully comprehended until
it had gotten the better OF you past
all recovery.
They took the train next morn
ing, all three of them-Paul hay
ing sent a note of apology and ex-
PLANTATION to the proprietor of the
empty cashiers chair-and went
up to Westport, where a depot
carriage took them to the shore OF
the sound, where the salt waves
were curling in foamy fringes to
the very foundation OF Hornblow-
er Hall.
.Isn'tita sweet old placer cried
Miss Vernon. ooh, how 1 long TO
be here once again-to be at home
here"
sit isn't bad,n said Paul, media
lively, surveying its gray-stone
towers and easements OF stained
glass, the old sundial at the south
end Of the house, and the group op
posite the cedars.
While old Mrs. Rothermel boldly
assembled the flight OF stone steps
and rang the bell.
Out came Mr.. Pepperton, the
lawyer. smiling and bowling, like
am amiable Jack -in-the-box.
"Happy to see you, MIR. Rother-
nell" said be-0most happy, | am
sure! Would you be so kind as to
step in-yourself and these ladies4
1--we had fires lighted IN all the
rooms-a stone house like this is
apt to be damp if it isn't Fept well
ared-and lunch has been sent up
from the hotel in the village. Pray
walk in, Miss Vernon. your most
obedient! | am exceedingly glad
that you have been able to arrive
at Il satisfactory arrangement with
your cousin, the heir"
sMy cousin, the heir! think,
MI. PepperLon, that you must have
gone out OF your mind!" said Mary,
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